The Heroines’ Wild Weekend

 

By Marcus Lycus

(Marcus_lycus@hotmail.com)

 

Inspiration for this comes from an 80’s film called The Cheerleaders’ Wild Weekend about 15 lovely teenagers kidnapped by ex-football stars.  Good, good stuff if you can find it.

 

It took a lot longer to write than I’d expected.  It was originally going to be a chapter in my story Global Protectors – Growing Pains (which is why it’s set in the year 2000) but it soon became longer than the other chapters put together so I put it aside for a while.

 

I hope the wait was worth it.

 

Legal Horrors – The characters and text in this story are copyright and trademark Marcus Lycus except for the Global Protectors who are copyright, trademark etc. of Doctor Droid and are used with his permission.

What does that legal gibberish mean?  It means that if you want to use the any characters from this story in another story you need my permission (or Doctor Droid’s for the Global Protectors).  It also means that you can’t repost this story without my permission.

This story is meant for people over the age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than that.  Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of course.   

And finally, please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!

Marcus Lycus

July 2006

 

Chapter 1 – Abducted Heroines!

 

It was the summer of 2000.  Everyone was still elated that the year two-triple zero had come without a technological or divine apocalypse.  Clinton was president, the stock market was rising and it seemed the good times would never stop.

Britney Spears and N’Sync proved the time for underdressed tarts and talent less pretty boys had returned.  

For superheroes the grim and blood days of the 90s were giving away to a new age of wholesome iconic heroes and heroines.  Psychotic gun-toting cyborgs were out; idealists in brightly colored costumes were in.  

And no one was sweeter or more idealistic than the Teen Angels, America’s newest sweat hearts.

***

“Give up Teen Angels!”  The robot yelled.  “You will never stop me from destroying Charleston!”

“I don’t think so Doctor Droid!  You won’t be destroying anything today!”  

The teen heroine known as Ruby Red hovered in midair with her hands on her hips, her legs spread (showing off her bright red panties to the crowd below) and a determined look on her face.  A red halo of energy surrounded the Teen Angels’ young leader.  

Below her a dozen of Doctor Droid’s wardroids were rampaging through Charleston, North Carolina for no apparent reason.  So far no one had been seriously hurt, but the local police were powerless to stop the high tech combat robots.  Luckily the Teen Angels were in town for the opening of the new Disney Store.

One droid fired plasma blasts at the flying teen heroine.  She dodged one but the other caught her right in her bare midriff.  Her halo of energy absorbed most of the force but it still knocked her back.

Luckily Amber Gold was there to catch her before she crashed into the Daughters of the Confederacy Museum.  Sapphire Blue and Emerald Green flew past them firing their own colored energy blasts at the robots, blowing on to smithereens.  Violet Amethyst flew by in the other direction, rescuing a family from their burning apartment building.  

Ruby gestured for them to come and the teen team assembled in the air forming a huddle.  “OK guys, here’s the plan…”

***

The Teen Angels – Dismissed by critics as “the flying cheerleaders”, the Teen Angels are five wholesome pretty girls who were given power gems to fight evil.  Carefully chosen from thousands of applicants, the Teen Angels are celebrity heroines for the new millennium.  The team was recruited by the famous astrophysicist Dr. Lloyd, who discovered their power gems in a meteor.  They are trained by the former heroine known as the Dancer.  

With sponsorship contracts from Disney and McDonald’s parents’ groups have hailed them as excellent role models for today’s youth.  They are sworn to uphold good American values against atheists, anarchists and other people who would destroy our way of life.  

Their alien power gems give them the ability to fly, create protective force fields and fire energy blasts.  They are powerless without the gems but fortunately the gems are tuned to their genetic structure, no one else can use them.  

They wear matching costumes consisting of a mid-riff halter top, a short white skirt, knee-high boots, short gloves and a waist-level white cape.  Around their necks they wear their power gems.  The color of each girl’s costume matches her power gem.  The members are:

  • Ruby Red – The redheaded leader of the team is brave, defiant and bold.  She’s always the first one to a fight and always has a plan to win.
  • Amber Gold – This Teen Angel’s name also describes her curly blond hair.  From an upper-class family she’s well-known for being friendly and outgoing and always has a smile even on the darkest day.
  • Sapphire Blue – This African-American heroine believes in the value of a good education and often raises funds for the United Negro College Fund.
  • Emerald Green – This hard-working Asian girl is a first generation American and proud to be a citizen of the greatest country in the world.
  • Violet Amethyst – This long haired shy brunette hopes someday to be an artist or a poet. She seems quiet but she’s not afraid to stand up for what’s right.

- From the 2000 edition of the Kirby Guide to Superheroes and Heroines

***

“Are you quite finished?”

“Yes Miss Wagner.”

The robots lay in pieces all around Marion Square and the Charleston fire department was dealing with the damage.  

“Good.  Now get in the bus, we’re already late.”

The young heroines headed for their tour bus.

“And girls?  Your power gems?”

Ruby Red grumbled a bit but unclipped her red gem from its mounting on her neck.  The rest of the girls followed suit and handed their gems to their mentor.  This weekend was supposed to be power-free.  They were going into the mountains to a camp to learn teamwork and leadership skills.  It was something they all understood they needed, they had been strangers just a few months ago, but none of them were too happy about being powerless for three whole days.  But the Teen Angels followed orders, after all Miss Wagner had been hired by Dr. Lloyd to look out for their interests and so far she hadn’t steered them wrong.  They had money, fame, looks and superpowers.  A weekend in the woods was a small price to pay.

In the bus they gathered around the flat-screen monitor and Ms. Wagner hit a few buttons.  The screen was then filled with the fatherly face of their mentor, Dr. Lloyd.

“Hello girls!”

“Hello doctor!”  They responded warmly.

“I saw your latest battle, good job saving Charleston.  You were magnificent!”

“Thank you doctor!”

“And Ruby, you did especially well leading the team today.”

“Why thank you Doctor Lloyd.  You know I always do my best for you.”  The redhead answered proudly.  The rest of the team shot her dirty looks.

“Now girls, I know this weekend will be hard for some of you but I want you to understand this is for your own good.  The more you can do on your own without your power gems, the more you will be able to do with them.  So follow Ms. Wagner’s instructions and you’ll all be fine.”

“Yes doctor.”

“Good luck!”

He winked at the Teen Angels and the screen went black.  “OK guys, next stop Camp Sisterhood!”  Wagner called out.  The Teen Angels made themselves comfortable for the long drive ahead.

Soon the tour bus was bouncing through the hills.

***

Meanwhile, elsewhere…

“So you see sir, once you are elected President, you need to lower taxes on the rich, spend more on defense, encourage companies to send jobs overseas and get rid of those pesky environmental regulations.  In no time you will make American stronger than it has ever been before!”  The man in the brown suit tapped his graphs to emphasize the point.

The Texan nodded and sat back in his chair.  He looked at the autumn leaves outside and wondered if the voters would mind if he took a week or two off to go to his ranch.

“Ah hear ya, but wat about them Ah-rab terrorists?”

“Please.  A bunch of rag heads hiding in caves?  What can they do to the most powerful nation on Earth?  The real threat in this century is nuclear missiles, which is why you must reactivate the Star Wars Program!”

“Well you’re the expert Mistah Listah.”

***

Ms. Wagner was reading some papers when Emerald came up timidly.  Wagner quickly turned the papers over and put them on the seat.

“Say Ms. Wagner, before we left I was trying to learn more about Camp Sisterhood and couldn’t find anything, not a website, not a review, nothing.  And um…”

Ms. Wagner giggled.  “And you think there’s something wrong?  Well don’t worry your pretty little head about it; Camp Sisterhood is very, very private and exclusive.  That’s why Dr. Lloyd and I picked it for this little retreat.  You girls need to focus on your teamwork.  We can’t have you being distracted by fans can we?”

“I guess…”

***

And in the back of the tour bus…

“Hey Ruby, check it out.”

Ruby Red took of her earphones and headed to the rear window where Sapphire Blue was stretched out in the back seat.  

“Yeah Sapphire?”

“See that hick in the pickup?  He’s been following us for the last few miles, keeps looking at my legs and licking his lips.  Betcha I can drive him right off the road.”

“Ten bucks.”

“You’re on.”

“After you.”

“Age before beauty Ruby Red…”

The nineteen year scowled.  Sapphire was just seventeen but liked to put down her leader joking she’d have to be kicked out in a year.  Well Ruby would show her.  She headed for the window and sure enough a gap toothed hick was driving a broken down pickup truck about 10’ behind the bus.  And sure enough his eyes were fixed on the rear window.

Ruby smiled down at him and lifted her long firm leg she folded it in front of her and leaned in close.  She gave her thigh a nice long lick.

The driver swerved wildly as he tried to get in a position to see better but when he swung back the redhead was gone.

But there was a black girl dressed in blue in her place.  She turned her back to him and lifted her white pleated skirt, slowly, slowly, till he could see the bright blue panties underneath.  She reached under and started to pull them down, slowly, slowly, till the pink of her slit was just showing.  She wiggled her ass back and forth a few times, pressing it against the window.  The driver almost missed a turn and went off the road.  By the time he had control the black girl was gone and the redhead was back.  

She smiled and beaconed him closer.  He sped up a bit until he was almost kissing the bumper of the tour bus.  She moved one arm to her belt, one to her halter top and blew him a kiss.  Then Ruby pulled the skirt down, the top up and pushed her tits and pussy against the window.

The driver’s eyes were riveted to her.  Her reached for his pants to jerk off and didn’t even notice when the bus started to turn.

He went right off the road into a vegetable stand.  A dozen people found him there with his throbbing dick in his hand.

Ruby pulled her clothes back on and blew a kiss to Sapphire.  “Just goes to show you, class always wins.”

“Well why don’t you show some bitch…”  Sapphire muttered angrily.

Ms. Wagner noted Ruby coming up from the back with a satisfied grin on her face.  She wondered what the cocky Angel had done.  Oh well, it wouldn’t matter soon.

***

Elsewhere in a luxurious office…

“Tell me more about the voices Doctor Guila.  Then did they start?”

“I’m a scientist you know; I’ve been working on electrical stimulation of parts of the brain to help treat senility, brain damage and other things… I was experimenting a few months ago, but all the grad students had left.  So I tried it on myself…”

“That’s quite risky Doctor.”

“I know!  I know!  But it was late, and I was tired and I had made so much progress!  I was sure I’d found a way to reach the pleasure centers of the brain.  So I put on the headset and turned it on and then… WHAM!”  Dr. Calvin Guila slammed his hands together.

“What happened?”

It was like everything was wonderful!  Colors, sounds, even the air in my lab!  I just didn’t want it to end.  The students found me at 8 the next morning, still sitting there plugged in.  They sent me to the health center and I needed a day or two to recover.  Then I secretly brought the apparatus home the next day and kept working on it, making it better.  I would go to work all day then plug myself in at night.”

“And you became addicted.”

“Yes…” the fat scientist sobbed.  “I could barely work, I couldn’t sleep, I just wanted to sit in my machine all day and eat or jerk off… you can’t understand what it’s like.”

“But there was more?”

“I started to hear voices, voices telling me I deserved this, I deserved pleasure, I was like some Roman Emperor…”

“Caligula.”

“Sorry?”

“Calvin Guila, Cal Guila, Caligula.  A Roman Emperor famous for his debauchery and decadence.”

“Yes!  I was like Caligula!  That’s what they told me, I was like Caligula reborn!”

“And now…”

“The university found out and threatened to fire me.  My grad students did an intervention.  Finally I smashed the machine a month ago and I’ve gone cold turkey.  But I still have these memories and these dreams.  So I decided I needed a psychiatrist.  Doctor Lister, what can I do?”

“It seems to me you’ve been doing something very unhealthy.”

“You mean using the machine?  But I stopped.”

“No, no, no I mean you’re denying yourself something you enjoy.  Why?  Because some other men told you not to?  Who are they?  Are they geniuses like you?  Of course not.”

“But I couldn’t work, I couldn’t do anything…”

“That’s just an engineering problem though.  If you could reduce the size of the machine, make it portable…”

“I-I could wear it all the time!”

“And you could make more and share them.  You mentioned jacking off before…”  

“Yes, you have to understand anything you do while wearing the headset is just wonderful.  Food is better than sex and jacking off is…”

“So can you imagine what sex would be like?”

“But…” Calvin gestured to his big belly.

“That’s why you need more than one headset.  There’s a lot of pretty girls on campus and I bet if you gave one to a hot little sorority girl… well she’d be very grateful.”

Calvin paused in thought.  A grin slowly spread across his plump face.  He jumped to his feet and shoot Doctor Lister’s hand “Thank you!  Thank you Doctor Lister!  You’re right, that’s what I need to do!”

“No problem Calvin Guila, or should I say Caligula?  I’m here to help.”

“Can I see you next week?”

“I’m afraid not, I have a retreat up in West Virginia to go to, besides, it sounds like you have a lot of work to do.”

***

They stopped at a diner for lunch.  The driver headed behind the diner for a smoke since he wasn’t allowed to smoke in front of the girls.  He wondered why Ms. Wagner had him detour just to come to this out-of-the-way spot.  Did she know the owner or something?  Probably just avoiding paparazzi and fans or something.  He finished his cigarette and turned to go in.  A massive figure blocked his path…

“You Mr. Cramden?”

“Yeah.”

There was a thud.

***

Inside the diner no one noticed the missing driver.  The girls were busy making fun of the food, the hick waitress, the greasy cook and the 50’s décor.  Finally they headed back to the bus.

“Hey where’s our driver?”

“Oh Mr. Cramden’s shift was over, a replacement was meeting us, oh there he is!”

The man who got on was a mass of scar and muscle who looked like he was built from spare parts.  One arm was longer than the other and one eye was out of place.  He grunted and wedged himself into the small seat.  

“Looks like someone got beaten with the ugly stick” Ruby whispered.  The others giggled.  But when the driver snarled at them with his scared face they squealed and ran into the bus.

After a few false starts while the new driver got the hang of driving the tour bus they were underway again.

Meanwhile in the woods behind the diner Mr. Cramden lay bleeding from his scalp.  

***

Hours later the sun had set and the bus continued in darkness.  Ruby and Sapphire were snoozing in their chairs, Amber and Violet were watching Scream II on the DVD player and Emerald was still talking to Ms. Wagner.

“So what was it like being a heroine way back then?”

Ms. Wagner chuckled and blushed.  “You make it sound like it was a hundred years ago, it was only the 80’s.”

“Well… I was only born in ’84; the only thing I remember about the 80’s is the Berlin Wall coming down.  I saw it on TV; I thought it looked like fun.  The next day I took my dad’s hammer and knocked holes in our apartment walls, mom and dad were NOT happy.”

Wagner laughed.  “Well OK, I guess it was a while ago.  It was different than now.  No publicists or manager or marketing guys, just me, some skills and an idea.  I was a ballet dancer, a pretty good one too.  Then one day me and my friend Barbara were walking home from rehearsal and took a shortcut through Kane Lane.”

“Kane Lane?  You went down Crime Alley!?”

Wagner shrugged.  “What did we know?  I was from Topeka.  Sure enough there was some guy there, strung out on who knows what and he wanted our money.  We said sure and started handing over our purses but he was so far gone that he shot Barbara anyway.  Shot her right in the gut.  He turned to me and… well suddenly things changed.  One second I was a victim about to let him shoot me, the next second I was in control.  He was just a junkie with a .38, I was trained dancer.  My body a finely tuned instrument that could stop him a dozen different ways.  I pirouetted to the side and he missed.  I jumped and he missed again.  I kicked high and broke his arm.  I kicked again and sent him flying into the wall.  And then it was over.  But poor Barbara was crippled for life; I heard she went into computers later.  But me, I was… I was angry and I was flush with success and filled with ideas and three nights later, THE DANCER was born.  You should have seen my first costume, a pink leotard, white tights, pink domino mask and a pink tutu for crying out loud…  I looked like an idiot!”

Wagner laughed at the memory.

“But that first night I caught three muggers and a burglar so I kept at it.  I changed the costume a few times; after Flashdance came out I had this outfit with a black leotard, jean jacket and pink legwarmers.  Legwarmers, for a superheroine… what was I thinking of?  At least I did my own crime fighting without a body double though…”

“Huh?”

“Sorry before your time I guess.  I teamed up a couple of times with Nightwolf, the All-Stars and all those guys.  I had a thing going for a while with the Boxer…”

She pulled an old picture out of her wallet showing her and a handsome tough guy.

“Nice.”

“Yeah he was OK.  We even helped save the universe during the Secret Crisis-“

“The what?”

“Sorry I can’t really talk about it, it’s kind of a secret.”

“So what happened?”

“The usual.  I got tired of fighting villains with music themes.  I got older.  I got slower and weaker.  Finally one night I was just trying to do an echappes sautes from one building to another and I messed up.  Fell five stories into a dumpster, shattered both legs.  This was about ‘89 or so.  I couldn’t even walk for two years after that and once I could, well dancing and crime-fighting was out.  Plus I was broke.  Back then superheroes didn’t have endorsement contracts and health insurance.  So that was the end of the Dancer.  These days even die-hard superhero fans wouldn’t remember me, I did a web search one time and all I found were some porn sites where they post pornographic photoshop pictures of me in my pink costume.  Whatever.  I don’t miss it.  Really.  I got my marketing degree and eventually ended up managing you guys.  The legs still hurt when it rains.”

“Wow, that must suck.  I mean we didn’t do anything to get our powers, Dr. Lloyd just gave us our power gems and bang, there you go.  You must feel kind of bad to see us flying around and stuff and here you are 40 and half crippled.”

Wagner smiled and chuckled dryly.  The poor girl actually sounded sincerely sorry for her.  Poor Emerald.  Soon she’d have something to really feel sorry about.

The bus stopped.

***

“Like, where are we?”

“Is this it?

“I can’t see anything, is that a house?”

“Miss Wagner?”

The bus door opened and a skinny kid with acne and a peach-fuzz goatee stepped on.  He nodded to the hulking driver who then stood up and faced the novice heroines and their mentor.

“OK gals listen up!  I want you to file out of this bus and into the basement!  NOW!”

The girls didn’t move.

“Like this is a joke right?”

“I said MOVE!”  The skinny kid’s voice cracked.  The girls giggled.  “Come on guys this is serious!  You’re my prisoners!”  The girls looked at each other and giggled again.

“Hey kid, allow me.”  The driver rumbled.  He stood up, looming over the girls, and gave them a throaty growl.  With one meaty hand he tore a steel railing loose.

“Now then gals, y’all can start filing out the back door there or…”  He twisted the steel railing like a pretzel.

“Oh yeah!?”  Demanded Ruby.  She pointed her hand at the driver and gestured.  Nothing happened.  “Oh crap!”  Her hand shot to her neck and felt where her power gem should be.  “Ms. Wagner!  I need my gem!”  But Ms. Wagner and the other girls were already moving out the back door.  The driver continued to advance.  Ruby ran up and launched a kick between the big man’s legs.  He caught her leg easily and yanked her off her feet.  A punch to the face quieted the brave girl and he threw her over his shoulder.  

The smirking driver emerged and saw that the girls outside were surrounded by men who wore blank white masks over their heads and carried cracking cattle prods in their hands.  They pointed to a basement entrance.

“Psst, Ms. Wagner, do you have our gems?”

“Violet just do what they say.”

“But don’t you-AH!”  One of the blank-faced men shocked Violet Amethyst and gestured again towards the basement.  When the girls still did not move, four of the men grabbed them and started carrying the slim teen girls down the stairs.

Ms. Wagner shrugged her shoulders and followed behind them.

***

“No! No!”  The struggling girls shrieked as they were thrown downstairs into the dark basement.  

The bus driver dumped Ruby’s unconscious body among them with a cruel laugh.  Violet picked her up and tried to revive her.

Behind them they heard someone giggling.  He threw a heavy switch and the lights came on.

The girls shrieked again.  

It was a dungeon.  A dungeon out of some terrible movie.  The giggling man stepped up on a rack and turned to face them.

“Helllllllo Ladies!  And welcome to your training camp!  I’ll be your host, you can call me… Mister Twister.”

“Oh… my… gawd…”

“I see you’ve heard of me.”  He giggled and bowed.

“Who?”  Amber whispered.

“Mister Twister!  Y’know.  He’s the one who did those things to Nightbat Girl last year!”

“Oh…”

The girls were still huddled on the floor by the stone stairs.  A Blank closed a heavy metal door behind them and turned on a spotlight on the stairs.  Now they got a good look at their captor.

Mr. Twister was dressed in a shiny purple zoot suit with wide lapels and a wide brimmed purple hat.  His face was covered by lime green smiling mask; green gloves also covered his hands.

“Here’s the situation.  You came here for training and that’s what you’ll get.  I’m going to teach you and train you and when I’m done you can all home.  If you still want to…”  He chuckled.  “So here are the rules… 1-Do what you’re told.  2-You’ll leave when I say you’re ready, don’t try to leave early.  And 3-We all want to be friends here so you be friendly and we’ll be friendly.  Any questions?”

There were no questions.

“Now allow me to introduce my charming assistants!  You’ve met Mr. Slab; of course you might know him better by his old name: the Boxer!”  He gestured to the scarred driver.  The hulking man grinned at Ruby, even the brave redhead cringed at that.  “Ms. Wagner’s old boyfriend…” Emerald whispered.

“And this is my right hand man, Master Johnson…”  He pointed to a skinny boy with acne lurking in the back.  The kid waved at the girls awkwardly.  

“And my henchmen…”  He pointed to the blank-faced goons around the room.  They didn’t respond.  “They don’t have names any more; you can just call them the Blanks.”

“And of course there’s one special girl without whom you would not be here today, give a big hand to… The Dancer.”  Twister started to clap and the Blanks followed suit.  Ms. Wagner had unbuttoned her top and exposed a studded leather bustier under it.  She smiled and walked to Twister, from her handbag she took out a plastic bag with glowing gems in it.  Twister bowed and tucked the bag inside his jacket.

“Our gems!”  Ruby jumped to her feet and rush towards Wagner, Slab smoothly intercepted her and caught her in a bear hug.  The struggling girl bit down hard on his arm and tried to plant a backwards kick between his legs.  The scarred man just grunted and said “That’s the second time ya tried that.  I’ve been hurt by professionals little girl, ya can bite and kick all you want, don’t mean a damn thing to me.  Course I’m not gonna object too much to having a chance to hold ya.”  He roughly cupped her breast with his ham-sized fist.  

“Well maybe you don’t mind Slab but it means something to me.”  Wagner produced a whip from her hand bag.  “I know I trained my girls better than this!”  She cracked the whip inches from Ruby’s face; the redheaded girl flinched and recoiled.  

“Ms. Wagner what are you doing!?  You have to help us!”

Wagner smiled at Violet and cracked the whip an inch from her nose the girl scuttled back.

“Now are the rest of you going to behave?”  She cracked it again towards the girls on the floor.  

“Y-yes Ms. Wagner!”

“Guys what are you doing!?  You have to get those-mmph!”  Ruby was silenced as Slab jammed his thumb into her mouth. “Nuff of that girl, you’re scaring your buddies.”

Twister laughed and stepped down from the rack where he had been perched.  “Now, now there’s hardly any reason to be afraid.  You girls knew you were coming here for some training, you knew you’d have to give up your gems, you knew you’d have to do what you’re told, so what’s the problem?”  He pulled the red stone from his jacket and tossed it in the air a few times.  Ruby desperately struggled to get at it.  Twister stopped in front of her and stroked her bare leg.  Ruby tried to kick him.

“Mmm, so firm, so powerful, so beautiful.  I’m talking about the rock of course… Why with one of these I could… Ah well.  Too bad they’re tuned to your genes right girls?  Right?”

The girls on the floor nodded furiously.

“Here’s the deal girls, you do what you’re told and learn your lessons and you’ll get these back.  That’s not such a bad deal is it?  Is it?”

Confused some of the girls nodded yes, other shook their heads no.  But the intent was clear.

“Good, good, well the Dancer and I have some things to take care of upstairs; I’ll leave you in the sweaty palms of my assistant Master Johnson.”

He giggled and stepped over the four girls crouched on the floor.  One of the Blanks opened the door and let him out.  The Dancer followed him chuckling.  

Master Johnson stood up and faced them.  He took a few deep breaths and looked at the nubile young girls in front of him.  He started to speak and stopped.  He thought and opened his mouth again.

“OK girls I want you to stand up and take off your boots and gloves.”

Sapphire Blue did a quick count with Twister and Ms. Wagner gone there was just four blanks, Slab and this nervous kid.  The Blanks only seemed to act on orders and with Twister gone they might be slow to act.  The kid looked out of his depth.  Slab was kind of scary and they didn’t have their powers but they had a chance again.  

“Guys don’t do it” she hissed.  She stood up alone.  “Or else what?!”

“Well, uh, you heard uh, Mister Twister, if you don’t do what I say, um… maybe somebody might get hurt.  Y’know.  So just play ball and take off your boots… OK?”

Sapphire took a step forward and planted her hands on her hips.  None of the Blanks moved to stop her.  “I got a better idea.  You tell meathead over there to drop my friend and you open up that door and maybe I won’t kick your skinny white ASS!”

Johnson took a step backwards and almost tripped over a chain on the floor.  “Hey, don’t do this OK?  I mean, I’m warning you…”

“Warning me?  What you gonna do huh?”  She shoved him and his time he did fall on his ass.

Slab cleared his throat.  “Hey kid, maybe you’d better let me handle this.”  He took his hand out of Ruby’s mouth and seized her forearm in one meaty hand.  A thin trail of his blood was leaking from her bites.  

“Guys whatever happens don’t-AHHHHH!”

He twisted his wrist and wrenched her arm.  Her scream froze the other four girls.  Then Slab took her good arm in one meaty hand and released the bear hug.  Now the redhead was crying as she dangled by one arm.  “This girl here’s got one more arm and two good legs left.  Then I get nasty.  Now how about you girls take off your boots like the nice boy told you to?”

Violet looked at Emerald.  Emerald looked Amber.  Amber looked at Ruby and nodded.  The three girls were on their feet with their boots and gloves off in record time.

“And how about you Ms. Sapphire Blue?  You wanna see your buddy here get hurt some more?”

Sapphire scowled.  Ruby was not exactly her favorite person but there was no way she was going to let this creep hurt her.  “Fine.”

“Make it sexy now.”  Slab rumbled.  Sapphire scowled again but slowly stretched her firm left leg and unzipped the knee high boot.  She peeled it down like a banana and started on the other one.  She tossed them at Slab, they hit his head and bounced off the big man didn’t notice.  “Good girl, now get over there with your buddies OK?”  Sapphire reluctantly followed orders.

Johnson picked himself off the floor and nodded to Slab.  “T-thanks man.”  He turned back to the girls.  “OK girls move away from the door.  Except you, Amber move over a bit next to that Blank.  OK he’s going to take you upstairs.  Just go up the stairs and you’ll be fine.  OK?”

Amber hesitated and looked at the others, but Slab wrenched Ruby’s arm again and she followed orders.

“Hey!”

“What are you doing with her?!”

“We’re staying together – AH!”

One of the Blanks shocked Sapphire.  They made a line separating Sapphire, Violet and Violet from Amber.  The Blank seized Amber and started dragging her up the stairs, she tried to struggle but the blank-faced goon easily held the 110 pound girl.  The door closed.

“OK girls now um, get in that cell.  OK?”  He pointed to the cell that took up one wall.  

The girls didn’t move.  

“Girls, I thought we were playing ball here?”  Slab gave Ruby another wrench and she squealed.  The girls hurried into their cell and a Blank slammed the door shut.  The cell was tiny, smaller than 10’x10’ with one thin mattress on the cold floor and a toilet on the wall.  Bars took up a whole wall offering no privacy.  There were no windows of course.

“OK good.  I guess that’s all for now…”

“Hey Johnson what about Red here?”

“Oh right.”  He knelt down to Ruby’s eye level and looked at her blue eyes.  “OK Ruby, I’m sorry you got hurt OK?  But I need you to take off your boots and get into the cell with Violet and Amber OK?”

Ruby blinked back her tears and spat into his face.

“Hey!”

“Oh that was not smart Red, not smart at all.”  Slab swung her by her good arm into the stone wall.  Red screamed again at the abuse.  Slab grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the rack.  She tried to struggle but in seconds the big man had her spread-eagled and chained.  

“You bastard!  You fucking bastard!  When I get me gem back I’ll, HEY!”

Slab just grunted, reached down and tore off the spandex covering her left breast.  She shoved it into her mouth gagging her.  “Dumb bitch.  I don’t like hurting women but she was asking for it huh Johnny?”  He slapped Master Johnson across the back and sent the skinny kid stumbling.  Then he spun the wheels a few times tightening the chains.  Ruby shrieked through her gag.  Then he tilted the rack so she faced her teammates at a 45 degree angle.  “Ain’t that a pretty sight girls?”  He cupped the bare breast.  “Now remember if you don’t play ball that can be you.  OK kid, let’s get going.”  Johnson and the Blanks went upstairs.  As he left Slab threw a heavy knife switch and the dungeon was shrouded in complete darkness.

***

Upstairs…

“Ah Master Johnson, my right hand man, how did everything go?”

Johnson looked at Slab who looked unconcerned.  “Fine sir.  Fine.  Ruby caused a bit of trouble and we had to, uh teach her a lesson.  She’s on the rack now; I think she’ll cooperate tomorrow.”

“Good, good, I knew I could rely on you Master Johnson, ever since I saw your website I knew you were meant for this!”

“Thanks sir…”

“Now you’d better see your guest before you get to sleep, tomorrow is a big day!”

“Right… see you tomorrow then.”  The skinny guy hesitantly headed for bed.

Once he was gone…

“God Twister where’d you find that loser?”  The Dancer asked.  She was now dressed entirely in a studded leather leotard.

“On the internet, where else do you look for losers?  He had some website where he photoshopped bondage porn to make the girls look like the Teen Angels.  I thought it would be fun to bring him in on this.”

“He’s going to mess up.”

Twister giggled.  “I know, I know.  The fun part will be seeing how completely he messes up!  But don’t worry he’s completely disposable.  Right Slab?”

Slab just grunted and bit off a beer cap.  He finished the bottle and reached for the next.  He offered one to the Dancer.

“You’re so considerate…  I’ve missed my Boxer.”

The big man put an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze.  “I missed you too babe.” He growled.

“OK you two, let’s talk about tomorrow.”

***

In the darkness…

“Sapphire what are we going to do?”

“I… we could… ah shit I don’t know.”

“Is Ms. Wagner really with them?  It has to be a trick!”

“Sure seemed that way.”

“Ruby?  Ruby are you OK?”

“Mmph!”

“What do we do?  What do we do?”

“I’m getting some sleep.  Whatever that freak has planned we have to be ready for it.”

“But Sapphire there’s only one mattress?”

“Then I guess you’re on the floor girls.”


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